So, new sockies.
How warm and cosy they look here in this photo. This wool colour is called Russet, an evocative name, prompting an immediate image association thing in my head involving apples and open fires and toast and autumn leaves and blankets and mulled wine... I'm sure as autumn and winter roll around I will be grateful for the suggestive connotations of this wonderful word, but today being 37C (99F) my feet complained petulantly about being stuffed into warm woolly socks for their photo shoot and threatened a walk-out strike. They could only be co-erced into a short modelling session on promise of a good long soak in the pool afterwards.
Ha. So I'm not feeling hugely eloquent today. Brain a bit sapped and zapped by this heat. It's too early for this sort of heat. I'm not ready for summer. Not yet. I need a bit more spring. We need more spring. More fresh breezes and more rain, please. Especially lots of rain. Not this stupefying heat and fierce hot winds. Perfect bushfire weather, of course.
I hung out a few loads of washing this morning, early, and an hour later all was bone dry and crackly warm. So I brought in the washing again at about 9am. Folded all and put it away. The latter normally an afternoon activity.
Socks; Adaption of the Ladies' Sockettes from Patons Knitting Book C11, Morris 4ply Merino in Russet (col 411) and Beluga (col 430)